Monday, October 19, 2015

Carmilla Voiez writes feel-good, sex-positive erotica for women. Her short stories reflect the beauty and life-confirming aspects of female sexuality. So far four of these have been published as short stories, available for Kindle only, by Hot Ink Press. There is also an anthology of erotic horror by Carmilla and other writers from around the world.
A Christmas Carole ¨C F/F fun loving erotic holiday romp.
Silk ¨C M/F bitter-sweet erotic romance based on the Scottish selkie myth, with bonus short story Jack and the Beanstalk, a tongue in cheek (and other orifices) erotic retelling of the fairy tale.
Pantheon ¨C A Christmas party leads of a Bacchian style celebration of Saturnalia for Will when he finds himself at the centre of an orgy. Includes a second Saturnalia inspired erotic short story by Nicolajayne Taylor.

You can visit her website at – http://carmillavoiez.wix.com/carmillavoiez#!erotica/ccmu
or her Facebook page at – https://www.facebook.com/Author.Carmilla.Voiez

An excerpt from Silk – http://smarturl.it/SilkErotica
She tasted of honey, salt and red berries. He sucked her breath greedily into his lungs as his tongue explored her open mouth. The dance of tongue against tongue and the pressing together of lips and teeth made him ravenous. He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

She giggled as he juggled her in one arm while sweeping the quilt clean of gifts. Shoes, perfume bottles and mirror clattered to the floor. He placed her at the centre. Selkie surrounded by mulberry silk. He smiled and kissed her throat. Her pulse fluttered against his lips. He moved downwards, pulling her breasts into his eager mouth, in turn. Her nipples hardened and stabbed at the air. He licked their tips and watched the soft flesh of her breasts ripple in response.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, encouraging his exploration of her. He traced her stomach with kisses and paused as he reached her pelvis. The smell of her was much richer, far more vibrant, here. She smelled warm and welcoming, sweet and spicy. He savoured her wondrous aroma and turned his eyes to her face. Her pupils were dark tunnels in the midst of blue waters. They dragged his soul from his body and he floated joyfully towards her until she broke the spell, pushing against the back of his skull until his nose rested on her clit and his lips surrounded her labia.

An excerpt from Jack and the Beanstalk ¨C http://smarturl.it/SilkErotica

‘Viagra?’ I asked.
He held the bottle towards me. ‘Sort of, it’s a new product. I bought it from a friend in China. It’s supposed to be incredible, like magic.’

‘You haven’t tried it before?’

‘I haven’t met anyone as beautiful as you for a long time,’ he answered.

I almost felt sorry for him until I remembered that he was the sort of wealthy Capitalist pig whose needs always outweighed the rest of ours. I decided to try to steal his watch as well if I got the chance.

‘If it’s your first time should you really take two?’ I frowned. The last thing I wanted was some old man having a heart
attack mid thrust.

‘Forgive me if I want to make this a night to remember, for both of us.’ He winked and swallowed the pills.

I smiled and nodded and started to unbutton my blouse.

‘Please, let me,’ he said.

He crawled across the bed towards me. His eyes looked wild. He reminded me of a snow tiger with his shades of white and grey. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh at his comical efforts of eroticism or be turned on by his predatory stare. I kept my mouth closed and felt my panties grow damp. Enjoy your job when you can, that was my motto.
I leaned across the bed towards him and kissed his mouth hard. He grabbed my hair and held my face close to his, filling my mouth with his tongue. This close, with my vision blurred, he reminded me of Richard Gere. Hollywood inspired fantasies filled my head. I allowed myself to dream that I was the Pretty Woman and he would rescue my father and me from our distress, but I was too old for fairy tales. I would never be the heroine, always the villain.

He unbuttoned my blouse without breaking the kiss. Braless, my young nipples reached out towards him. He cupped them in his soft hands. His skin was like silk. I thought of the boys I had fucked before and how rough their skin had been in comparison. Their hands had worked for a living. I could only imagine how this man made his money. Yet in spite of my Class War spirit of defiance I enjoyed the way he stroked my nipples. The supple skin of his thumbs and fingers glided across my breasts. The embrace felt like a dream. If I allowed myself to yearn it would be for a man like this, a prince who could kiss me and transform me into his princess.
He filled his mouth with my left nipple and started work unzipping my skirt. His hands cupped the cheeks of my ass. My temperature rose. I wanted to be free of my clothes. I wanted to ride this man until he passed out from exhaustion. Then my work would begin.

An excerpt from A Christmas Carole – http://smarturl.it/AChristmasCarole.

Carole sighs again when she sees the length of the queue.

‘Isn’t Santa a bit busy? Maybe we should come back later?’
‘No,’ Amy says. Her eyes mirror the stubbornness of Carole’s sister when they were children. ‘I don’t mind waiting.’

Child and aunt step forward as more eager children and bored-looking guardians join the queue behind them. Another eternity, a hundred more baby steps forward and they push through a curtain of foil to the grotto. A jangling rendition of “Jingle Bells” fills the space. Plaster of Paris elves wrap gifts and fairy lights twinkle above like stars. Amy gasps.

Carole smiles and gently squeezes her niece’s hand. Ahead an elf whispers to parents, adding children’s names and ages to an electronic “good list”. The elf steps closer. Above the circles of rouge on the woman’s heart- shaped face are soft brown eyes with heavy lashes. Her short black hair is tucked behind prosthetic ears, but it is her smile which makes Carole’s heart beat faster.

An excerpt from Pantheon ¨C http://smarturl.it/PantheonErotica

She smiled and kissed his lips. He was lost. He gripped her body tightly, feeling the soft
swell of her breasts and stomach against him. He covered her mouth, face and throat with
hungry kisses then sank, slowly, to his knees before her. Tracing her breasts with his tongue as
he descended.

Her laugh was musical and her eyes full of humour. ‘You do not need to kneel before me.’

But his worship was far from complete. He moulded his hands against the contours of
her waist and hips before he let them rest on her ample buttocks. His heart quickened and he
moved them again, around and around, caressing her ass while gazing at her beautiful face,
beyond the peaks of her hard nipples and full breasts. Crysta’s appeal paled in the face of this supernatural beauty. The secretary’s rejection amused him as he pressed his face against this
goddess’s pelvis and felt the warm, welcoming throb of her sex against his nose. She smelled
rich and sweet, like ripe apples and freshly cut grass on a warm day. His cock felt so hard he
wondered whether it might explode, but the thought didn’t induce fear, just pure desire. He
wanted to taste her, he wanted to cover himself in her juices, which he knew would be far
sweeter than any wine. He wanted to lift her silk skirt and hide beneath it, but his hands would not lift the fabric without her spoken consent.

If you like a bit of fear with your erotica check out
Bloody Sexy ¨C http://smarturl.it/BloodySexy
and Starblood (novel) http://smarturl.it/Starblood or graphic novel (sexually explicit images) http://smarturl.it/sgnebook

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

End of Day by Summer Lane
(The Zero Trilogy #3)
Publication date: October 9th 2015
Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult

Synopsis:
The end has come.

Elle Costas and her dog, Bravo, have survived the dangers of Hollywood and escaped the clutches of Slaver Territory. The apocalypse has been cruel, and the wasteland of California has forced them to seek shelter in a civilian refugee camp at a place called Bear Mountain.

Here, they meet Cheng, a mysterious boy with the skills of a samurai, and Luli, a steampunk warrior with a thirst for vengeance. But friends cannot always be trusted. When a horrific tragedy befalls Bear Mountain, Elle and Bravo come face to face with their most dangerous enemy yet.

Betrayal and heartbreak threaten to destroy the bonds of friendship. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Run, or be caught.
Kill, or be killed.
Fight, or be forced to surrender.

The end of the day will change everything.
Will Elle and Bravo survive?

The explosive, thrilling conclusion to the #1 Bestselling Zero Trilogy by Summer Lane.

Summer Lane is the #1 Bestselling author of The Collapse Series and the compelling tie-in novella books of The Zero Trilogy, as well as the upcoming Bravo Saga (releasing March 2016). She is also the author of Collapse: The Illustrated Guide, a #1 Bestselling graphic companion to her phenomenal original series.

She is the owner of WB Publishing and Writing Belle, an online magazine. Summer is also an accomplished journalist and creative writing teacher.

Summer lives in the Central Valley of California, where she spends her days writing, teaching, and writing some more. When she is not writing, she enjoys leisurely visits with friends at coffee shops, movie dates, reading and spending the day at the beach or mountains.

This is the first time I have ended a published series. Currently I’m writing the seventh installment of The Collapse Series – and I don’t even want to imagine how sad I’ll be when I reach the end of that story.

With the Zero Trilogy, I’ve been on this journey of completing Elle’s story for about two years. It would be difficult to pinpoint the exact moment that Elle’s character jumped into my mind, because I’ve always wanted to write a story about a very young but very strong female character in the apocalypse. The Zero Trilogy seemed to almost write itself at times. Elle’s character development was an organic thing, something that I was able to cultivate like a rose. Poetic, I know. But true.

To finally end a story is a brand new sensation to me. I have ended stories before – but those stories are all unpublished, private works from the mind of a private girl in the wee hours of the night. To finish a story that I have shared with endless readers is almost frightening – I don’t want to say goodbye to Elle! Thankfully, her story intertwines nicely with The Collapse Series, so this isn’t my final farewell. Not yet.

It was supremely refreshing to be able to tie the loose ends of her story together, and to explain the unexplained. I love and adore the new characters of End of Day. Cheng is my favorite male lead of the moment. He’s devilishly handsome and mischievous, the perfect companion for a girl as quick and dangerous as Elle.

In the end, I am thankful for every new opportunity I’ve had because of this trilogy, and I am eternally grateful for the support from the reading and blogging community, who really gave me my start as a writer, and made Elle Costas and Bravo the bomb dog a phenomenal fictional force to be reckoned with.

Girl and Dog Versus the World

By Summer Lane

Interestingly, the most popular character of all of my books and stories has been Bravo, the German Shepherd bomb dog from The Zero Trilogy. His undying love and loyalty to fifteen-year-old Elle Costas is a wonderful example of true friendship. I think everyone loves dogs – or at least, they should! – and Bravo embodies the selfless nature of an animal.

When I was creating the character of Bravo, I knew exactly who he was going to be and what he was going to be like. There was no question. Bravo has been a friend to me just as he has been a friend to Elle.

Many people have commented on the dialogue between hardened Elle and Bravo. Is Elle imagining that the dog is talking? Is the dog actually talking? The answer is that I look into the eyes of dogs and cats all the time, and the more time you spend with them, the more you can read their thoughts – just like people!

The dialogue between girl and dog came about naturally. I wanted to write about the dog as the real presence that he was. I didn’t want the narrative to be childish, because this story is about the raw, gritty battle for day-to-day survival. Bravo’s voice emerged from the story in a truly organic way. His voice is uniquely his own. His bond with Elle is so special. I love that Elle’s best friend and real love is a dog, because what could possibly be more wonderful than that?

Synopsis:
Centuries ago, sibling rivalry tore Aramith apart. As punishment, the losers were stripped of their immortal birthright and banished to Earth. There, they wasted away from old age and diseases. However, there is hope…
If a Shaw child, born on the 12th day of the 12th month offers her soul in a public sacrifice, then the exiles will be forgiven and welcomed home to Aramith.
Aubrey Shaw is that child, but dying for the exiles is not on her to-do list. Using her gift as a Jumper, Aubrey leaps between bodies to escape relentless shape-shifting hunters. Only, shedding her skin is not enough. Not when Joshua, her best-friend-turned-hunter, is hell-bent on dragging her to the altar.
Will Aubrey’s love for Joshua change his mind?
Or, will she have to trust the scarred stranger who shows up out of the blue cloaked in lies and secrets? Doing so means giving up on Joshua. But betting on Joshua’s love could do more than break her heart.
It could kill her.

Excerpt One:
Majestic wings slapped the air. With beaks pointed toward the ground, the hawks plunged into the market. Shrieking, the shoppers covered their heads and ducked. But the hawks did not attack. With a burst of feathers, they transformed into naked, muscular men and women. Wings and tails billowed out like smoke, and then formed hooded, feathered cloaks around their bodies.
The crowd heaved a collective gasp. I did not. I could do nothing but stare at Joshua Kaito. He stood twenty feet in front of me. Hair as black as soot spilled down to his chin, and sunlight bounced off the crystal in the gold medallion at his throat. Shape- shifting had hardened his features, sharpening them in a way that made him beautiful, but also terrifying to look at. A whirlwind of emotions whipped through me.
Did his lips recall mine? “Please remember,” I whispered.
Joshua’s head swung to the left. I followed his gaze. My heart plunged when I saw Mom. She was hard to miss since she was the only one moving. Making no effort at stealth, she shouldered her way toward the gate.
Joshua’s narrowed eyes clouded with doubt, but then blazed with purpose when Mom flipped him off. “Over there,” he hollered, pointing to Mom.
Mom bolted. Joshua dashed after her like a comet. His fellow hunters followed, jabbing elbows and knees into those who blocked their paths. Panic rolled through the crowd. Fear screamed at me to go with the tide of bodies to safety, but instincts—or stupidity—screamed at me to stay.
I planted my feet, but I was no match for the crowd. I crashed to the ground, skinning my palms on the pavement. Using my backpack as leverage, I pushed my body upright.
No sooner had I stood than a leg the size of a tree trunk struck me in the stomach. Pain ripped through my chest, threatening to split my heart in two. The ground tilted up to kiss my cheek. Shades of gold danced beneath my eyelids. Then the world turned to black.
Excerpt Two:
My eyelids refused to part. It was as though someone had knitted them together. The ground was hard beneath my back and cold. Drawing a shallow breath, I lifted a hand. My fingers brushed smooth flesh over hard muscles. Shock pried my lids apart. Blinking rapidly, I looked around. Thick gray fog sat on the market like a soggy, unwashed blanket.
“You should run before this fog clears,” said an urgent voice.
I spun, so quickly that my neck crunched. A tall hunter knelt beside me, his thickly muscled shoulders straining against his cloak. His feathered hood fell to the tip of his nose. Unsightly scars formed a cruel beard across his cheeks. Despite their ugliness, I reached for his hood.
The tall hunter jerked to his feet like a spring had shot up beneath him. “What part of run don’t you understand?”
I scooted back. Hunters did not show mercy. A few could be bribed to turn a blind eye, but most believed too strongly in their duty to bargain. That duty was to see to it that the exiles remained loyal to Celo, the ruler of Aramith. Celo had stripped our
ancestors of their immortal birthright and condemned their souls to human flesh for joining his brother, Charr, in a failed rebellion.
“Did my Mom send you?” I said. “Forget your mom. Rose isn’t leaving here alive. Lefu wants her dead, today.” Rage washed over me, snuffing out fear. I scrambled to my feet. “Tell my dad if he
wants Mom dead to come do it himself.” His full lips twitched. “Joshua said you were stubborn. He did not say you were
stupid.” My bones turned to jelly. “Joshua sent you?” “Yes, to bind your hands and feet.” Hope curdled inside me like sour milk. I took a step back, opening my eyes wide to
ward off tears. “Then why are you telling me to run?” “Think of it as a friendly gesture.” “No one who bears the Hunter’s mark is my friend. All you and the exiles want is to
see me dead so you can receive your precious immortal birthright.” The tall hunter closed the distance between us. My stomach dropped as he hedged me in with broad shoulders, but I craned my neck until my head touched my back. He shifted his head upward, but not before I spotted gray pupils. They were a beautiful,
soft gray that left me strangely lightheaded. “If I’m not a friend, then what am I?” he said. “I—I’m not sure.” “And yet here you stand, arguing. At this rate, you’ll have to cast another fog just to
get to the gate.”
I blinked. “I can’t cast fog.” “I know. I just figured you’d gotten your hands on some whillio root.” “I don’t even know what that is,” I said. “Maybe ... Joshua did it. He is hydrokinetic.” The tall hunter’s lips tipped in disapproval, revealing blunt white teeth. “Your love for that idiot is going to put you on Azure’s altar with a dagger through the heart.” I lifted my chin. “Trusting you could do the same.” “True, but I’m not asking you to trust me. I am asking you to run, which you seem
completely incapable of doing. Your legs do work, right?” “They work just fine, you—” “Hush!” The tall hunter’s head swiveled to the left and then to the right as quick as a
whip. I started to speak, but he pressed a long tanned finger to my lips. “Run,” he said through clenched teeth.
Without waiting to see if I would obey, he walked away. Fear poked holes in my bladder as he stepped into the thick fog. My throbbing bladder almost gave out when a snarling voice close by let out a curse. I dropped to my hands and knees.

AUTHOR BIO:

Kerr-Ann Dempster lives in Michigan where she is often found with her nose in a book, knee-deep in snow, and online fan-girling over fictional characters and fellow authors. She is a graduate of Loyola University, Chicago where she graduated Magna Cum Laude with a Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration. After working in Visual Communications and as a Flight Attendant, Kerr-Ann decided that life was best spent being happy. With that in mind, she published her first novel, Beneath Scarlett Valley, in August 2014. She then published her second novel, The Reluctant Sacrifice, in August 2015.

To learn more about Kerr-Ann, connect with her on: Instagram (author.kerr), Twitter (@annk3rr), Facebook and Goodreads. If you live in Michigan, you may also find her in line at Moomers purchasing homemade ice cream.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Synopsis:
Sixteen-year-old Libby Tanner’s art comes to life. Her painted skies turn from day to night, leaves rustle on trees, and sometimes, a mystery boy appears.
While attending England’s Aldridge Art Academy, Libby meets charming Brent Henderson, a performing arts student who showers her with attention. But his rival, gorgeous Dean James, is the one who occupies her mind, even though he’s very much attached to his current girlfriend.
Libby soon learns there’s more to both Brent and Dean than she ever imagined. In order to save her future and the boy who’s captured her heart, she must unlock the secrets behind her art by entering the most dangerous place of all… the world within her paintings.
But once she steps into the canvas, she risks being trapped forever.

Purchase:
(The book will be on sale for 0.99c during the blitz.)
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Canvas-Bound-Captive-Art-Book-ebook/dp/B00EV1XPI8/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1444398316&sr=1-1&keywords=Canvas+Bound++laura
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GUEST POST:
How Not to Start a Novel

In the beginning
It was a dark and stormy night
Long ago and far away
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
Call me Ishmael

You get the idea.

A question I get asked a lot when I tell someone I write, is how do I start the story? How do I know what words to put first on the page? This isn’t easy for me to answer because every story is different. Normally, I write linearly, as in page one to ‘The End’, but the last two stories I’ve written as the scenes have come to me and the beginning wasn’t the first thing I wrote.

I have found it helpful to figure out who the key characters are in the story and what I want the reader to know about them right away as opposed to something I want the reader to find out as the story unfolds. For example, if your main character is a mechanic, you could start the story with them staring at a pan of dirty oil and remembering or noticing something intriguing that gives the reader some insight into the character’s personality. But later you find out they’re not really a mechanic, they’re in a witness protection program and only know about cars because they were some mobster’s driver.
One thing I’ve never done is start a story with dialog, though other authors like this format. I personally feel it’s a bit too abrupt to start with people talking and not even know who they are in order to get a feel for how the dialog should be read, happy, mad, psychotic. A couple I started with what’s considered a ‘cliché’, the girl woke up from a dream, the boy stood in front of a mirror (they’ve since been changed). I’m not saying that’s right or wrong (I’m not saying any of this is right or wrong), but I’ve heard that agents and publishers shy away from these types of beginnings. I think mostly because they’re not very original ideas.

Some writers like to introduce secondary characters right away and some like to hold off a few pages or even a chapter. Also, if you’re writing from two points of view, deciding which character to start with is a whole other dilemma because you kind of have to start two separate stories.

Then, once you’ve gotten through all of that, you have to actually sit down and write the first words. Are they funny? Are they thought provoking? Do they make any sense at all to anyone but you? The very first book I wrote started, My name is Charlie Murphy and I just got dumped. Is it good? Is it bad? I suppose that depends on how much you want to know about Charlie. (By the way, he’s a super sweet guy. The kind every mother wants for her daughter.) At any rate, if you haven’t figured it out already, the first words are quite possibly the hardest to write.

Then again, Once upon a time has a nice ring to it.

AUTHOR BIO:

Laura M. Kolar lives with her husband and daughter in a one-stop-light town in northern-lower Michigan. Though she didn't discover her love of books until she turned thirty, as a self-declared hopeless romantic, she has spent the past few years reading and writing stories with mostly happy endings. If not at her day-job or with her family, you will find her sipping a cup of chai latte while sitting in her favorite rocking chair, hunched over her laptop writing or spending entirely too much time on Twitter.

Friday, October 9, 2015

Somewhere in Between by Samatha Harris
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: November 10th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Synopsis:
Alexandra McCabe is disconnected from the world, grieving the loss of her parents…
Content with studying and keeping to herself, Alex has no interest in the campus playboy, Drew Collins, trying to get close to her. But even dousing him with beer doesn’t deter the easy-going charmer, and against her better judgment, the pair fall into a reluctant friendship.
Drew is bored with college life, and Alex’s romantic rejection intrigues him…
Their friendship is good for both of them, but Drew is used to getting what he wants, and he’s tired of shallow sorority girls. He’s much more interested in the feisty redhead, but despite his growing feeling, Alex keeps him firmly in the friend zone.
Old heartaches and new tragedies deepen a complicated relationship…
Whatever life throws their way, Alex and Drew remain best friends with their own traditions. Drew is Alex’s family, her rock, and Alex keeps Drew grounded, always challenging him to better himself.
When years of buried feelings rush to the surface, they threaten to change everything…
Drew promised his mother he’d tell Alex how he feels, when the time is right-but how will he know when that is? Alex is terrified to reveal those ‘three little words’ certain Drew doesn’t feel the same, and she’ll lose the only family she has.
Should Alex and Drew open their hearts, and risk being crushed? Should they be satisfied with a deep, lifelong friendship? Or does the only chance for happiness lie…
Somewhere In Between?

Samatha “Sam” Harris lives near Baltimore, Maryland with her husband David and daughter Ava. Born in Florida, she migrated north which most people agree was a little backwards. She has been an artist all of her life, a Tattoo Artist for more than ten years, and a storyteller since she was a kid.

Sam has a slightly unhealthy love for Frank Sinatra, classic movies, and Jazz and Blues music, but her first love will always be reading. From Romance, to Thrillers, to Historical Fiction and everything in between, she loves to become a part of the story. As a writer she tells the stories that she would want to read.

Synopsis:
Deflowering the princess may just save her life.
Princess Justine makes an unlikely ally when she storms into the stables and finds an angry, devastatingly handsome young man tending to her mare. Victor belongs to her soon-to-be Queen mother-in-law, and he has the whip marks on his muscled back to prove it.
The Queen, an enchantress well-accomplished in the art of black magic, turns Victor into a creature like no other. He’s a ten foot tall beastly wall of muscle, animalistic sinew, and savagery ready to unleash every primal urge coiled within him. At the Queen’s command, he kidnaps Justine on her wedding day to the prince — but refuses to kill her. Instead, he keeps her safe by turning her from a threat to the Queen’s power into a ruined woman who will never ascend the throne.
Now the Beast holds his princess captive in the woods, his focus on only one mission: deflower her and get her with child before the queen comes back to kill Justine herself. But as their tentative alliance forms, both Victor and Justine can’t help but wonder— what if being together is their chance for true love?

BEAST: The Untold Legend Excerpt
The idea of being used by a beast like the one who held her captive now made Justine’s breath short, her pulse race. His display of strength and agility so far made it clear she’d never be able to outrun him, or fight him. Under his control, she’d been rendered completely helpless.
Being a princess would mean nothing out here, deep in the forest. Any privilege she thought she’d had was stripped away when she was alone with someone who didn’t give a damn about her title.
Just like with her handsome stable boy—Victor Gerard. Once he’d known she wasn’t going to tattle on him—and how could she, if it would only serve to get a rightfully angry, abused young man even more punishment?—he had shown her who would be in charge behind closed doors.
No one had ever dared treat her that way before. And God help her, she liked it. It aroused a feeling of fear that skated the edge of desire… to be taken in hand the way he did, touching her with impunity as if she belonged to him, holding her under his control.
Her breath quickened. What was wrong with her?
And just like with Victor, the beast had her alone to do whatever he wished.
The beast had taken her so far away from the kingdom that the guards would never find her, even if they continued to pursue them. By running down streams wherever he could, the beast had effectively covered their tracks.
Finally, after countless miles of running through the dense forest that surrounded the kingdom, the beast stopped.
Thank God.
He plucked her off his shoulder and set her down on the pine-needle and moss-covered ground. Her relief was quickly replaced by fear. What would he do to her now?
Her legs were so shaky from having tensed her muscles in terror the whole time he’d been absconding with her that her knees buckled, and she fell on the ground in an inglorious heap.
“Beast,” she said, trying to steady the tremble in her voice. “I have no quarrel with you, sir. Please don’t hurt me.”
To her surprise, the beast dropped down on all fours to be closer to her, and shook his massive head. A lock from his dark mane fell over his blue-gray eyes, and Justine paused. It made no sense for him to remind her of…Victor.
Maybe it was just that feeling they inspired in her that drew the comparison in her mind. That feeling she got when she stood on the edge of a cliff and stared down, and wondered what it would feel like to jump if only she had wings to keep her from crashing. Staring at the beast now, he felt like both the cliff…and the wings.
“I had no choice but to take you, princess,” he said, his voice gravelly and deep. “Do not run from me.”
The cadence of his low voice sounded familiar, but that didn’t make sense.
“You’re not real,” Justine said. “I fainted at my wedding and hit my head; I’m sure of it.”
The beast loomed over her, covering her with his body, so there would be no escape. “I am real.”
“Please, do not harm me, Beast, I beg you.”
“I will not harm you,” he said. “Look at me, princess. You know me.”
No. This wasn’t real. “You are a figment of my imagination. There is no beast like you in nature.”
His face was millimeters from her own. He pressed his cheek to hers, his rough whiskers prickling her own delicate skin.
Goosebumps raised along her arms. If it were a dream, would she be feeling that?
“I am real,” he growled. “But you are right about one thing, princess. I am not natural.”
“Please wake up,” she shouted, hoping it would jolt her out of her nightmare.
With a dangerous smile that bared his fangs, the beast gripped her arm. “This is no dream. Shall I pinch you, and prove it?”
“Yes,” she said, with a boldness she didn’t feel. This nightmare was going on too long—
The beast raised one thick eyebrow…though the eyebrow blended in on his face, which was covered in smooth short hairs that did nothing to hide his strong jaw and high cheekbones.
He picked her up off the ground, his large hands so human if not for the claws that adorned them. Yet they weren’t paws. He definitely had fingers, holding her firmly under her buttocks.
Each one sent a line of heat through her chilled flesh.
The claws that had torn her gown earlier didn’t touch her now. Had he…retracted them? Like a cat?
With a groan that sounded too much like raw satisfaction for her sensibilities, he pinched a handful of the flesh on her bottom.
The jolt of pain made her yelp in surprise. *Pinches in a dream shouldn’t hurt.*
He dropped his mouth to her neck, his whiskers scratching her delicate skin, and nibbled her ear. It didn’t hurt, despite his sharp fangs. He wasn’t tasting her…he was toying with her.
His tongue was soft sandpaper against her fragile skin, like a cat tongue. It tickled and made her restless, unable to keep still his arms.
He pulled away from her ear to stare into her eyes. She couldn’t look away as he growled softly and pinched each handful of her ass cheeks again, holding her flesh hostage even as she squirmed against him.
This is not a dream.
“Stop!” she gasped, struggling to be free of his iron grip.
Her attempts to move her bottom away from his hands only served to press her mound against torso. Quick as could be, the beast adjusted one hand to grab the junction of her thighs, forcing a moan from her mouth.
“Am I real to you now, Justine?”
He knew her name. He used her name as if he knew her.

AUTHOR BIO:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories, including The Man Who Holds the Whip (part of the bestselling MAKE ME anthology), Overheated, The Enslaved Trilogy, and The Pulse Trilogy (from Simon & Schuster Pocket Star). Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief from Ellora's Cave Publishing.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Reap What You Sow
Author AR Von
Coming Oct 2015
Add to your Goodreads TBR Shelf: http://bit.ly/1NXF4UO
#New #Sexy #Love #Reap
Isolated her whole life, talking only to the animals only she can communicate with, Melanie’s life changes dramatically when she meets Tim. Little does she know that Tim has secrets of his own. He understands her pain, because as a Reaper, he often delivers pain to others. But Melanie is different, and she makes him long for things that a Reaper shouldn’t… like love.

The Ancestors' Secrets: Part 1 of Protected by the Falcon
Amazon buying link:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B011VQBCVC
99 cents for a limited time: The first part of the Ancestors’ Secrets series takes an unsuspecting doctor and forces her to grapple with her birthright gift as a Healer. What she doesn’t expect is to get caught up in a world ruled by dark forces and the customs of ancient tribes. Ilona has been in love with her unsuspecting best friend, when she meets a stranger. She is drawn to him and confused by the sudden magnetic feeling.
“This is so different from the usual fare churned out by ordinary writers.” - Author Valerie Byron
The Ancestors’ Secret is an epic fantasy, heroic romance series with magical powers, ancient legends, love triangle and time travel that is a great fantasy lovers and also suitable for young adults.

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I am a very free spirit with a gypsy soul. I am a true NYer, born & bred now transplanted in FL.. I'm rather eclectic, unique (referred to as weird, but that's ok, because mundane doesn't suit me, lol) and I always have & always will dance to the beat of my own drum. I'm an avid reader, Pinterest-a-holic & rather new blogger. My passions are animals, reading, singing & COFFEE!!! I've already decided I don't want to be an adult and have embraced my "inner child". I'm 50+ and Fabulous!!! If you'd like to know anything else just ask (not saying I'll tell ya, but doesn't hurt to try, LOL just kidding) Oh also have a Black Belt in Sarcasm.....